30 December 2012 @ 11:18 pm
 
Well, this is something of a Christmas season miracle. I thought I was never gonna be able to access this place again. It's been far too long, although life was definitely quieter without the community interference. Y'know, actually, remind me again why I missed it...

Anyway, it's only a day or so from 2313 here, so it seems appropriate to ask the really hard-hitting question of the holiday: what's your New Year's Resolution this year? (Or hey, if that's too personal, what're you looking forward to in the year to come? We can all always use some positive thinking.)

((y'all can assume he was still like...contactable on email/phone/etc and still had all his memories and stuff, he just couldn't get on the comm because shut up, shut up is why. Let me know if there's anything he should have been aware of in terms of people telling him while he was gone. Replies may be from my phone thanks to a broken laptop so I apologise for any HTML/spelling screwups.))
 
 
04 January 2012 @ 06:36 pm
Accidental Video  
[Feldt may be busy at work on something, but since the feed is looking right at her, you'll never know what it is. She fails to notice the video rolling. After a solid minute of typing away, the door to her back slides open and Lockon comes in. He's got a small box in one hand and a slice of cake on a plate in the other. Feldt turns in her seat.]

I know it's a few days late, but I still wanted to wish you a happy birthday.

You remembered. [And she forgot...] Thank you, Lockon.

Of course I remembered. How could I forget?

[She smiles and gets up to give him a hug. Lockon returns it, trying to keep the plate balanced and out of her hair.]

((Permission granted from Miri for Lockon's bits!))
 
 
28 August 2011 @ 05:12 pm
[attempted lock from Nena (but totally hackable), posted last night]  
Whoever's been teaching Nena fairytales, you might want to stop. It's giving her ideas, and creativity is not something positive here.

It's bad enough her flirting with me for the sake of being irritating without her going off on tangents about trolls and 'hatemances'. For everyone's sake, just stick to letting her watch TV. Rotting her brain's the least of everyone's worries.
 
 
19 August 2011 @ 08:17 pm
[video]  
[ lockon's wearing the party hat at a rakish angle. it's certainly not covering any sort of singed hair that you can see flicking out from underneath it, which is certainly not from rolling over pretty much on top of a cake with a lit candle on it. nobody say a word. ]

Does anyone actually know what it is we're apparently celebrating today? Not that I don't appreciate the whole party atmosphere, but if we're going to be singing Happy Birthday before the day is out then I'm going to need some advance warning. For the record, whoever planned this - A for effort, but you lose points for the health and safety violation. I hope for your sakes your cakes weren't as precarious a position as mine, guys.

Oh, and if anyone has any tips on clearing confetti out of computer wiring, I'm all ears. I've no idea how it even got into Haro's ear-ports, let alone how it keeps doing it, but I'm sure it being in there isn't a good thing.
 
 
11 February 2011 @ 04:06 am
[locked from Donna, sob spoilersss]  
Hey, community. This is important, so listen up.

I know a lot of you were friends with the Doctor. Well, I've got good news and bad news.

The good news is, his death might not have been so permanent, and for once the community might have worked in our favour. He's in the code. He's data right now, saved onto the community, and believe me I know how crazy that sounds. It means, though, that we can get him out again, like printing off a new file. We just have to go to a planet on his world called the Library. There's a computer system there that can do it.

Then there's the bad news. The Library's infested by something called the Vashta Nerada, and by the sounds of it they're pretty deadly. Carnivorous, fast, live in the shadows, and we'd have to get past them all the way into the core of the Library. Talk about a dangerous mission, right?

Anyway, that brings me to the point of this post. I'm looking for volunteers; people to bring bright lights and keep the shadows at bay, people to distract them somehow, and people to help connect the community to the computer system of the library. It's a big risk, and I won't lie - for anyone who goes, there'll be a real danger that you'll get hurt or worse. These things don't sound like they play nice. But I know I'm not the only one who wants to see the Doctor alive again, and I know we've got some powerful people on this place, even if conventional weapons won't work against the Vashta Nerada.

And if you can't come, you can still help. Suggestions for how you distract deadly carnivorous shadows, anyone?
 
 
30 January 2011 @ 01:59 am
[Video forever! Virus, obviously. :'>]  
[ Hey there, DDD! You might recognise this little scamp, he's been around before - it's one early-double-digits Neil Dylandy, nowhere near Lockon Stratos yet, with the look of someone who's torn between adrenaline, excitement, and worry.

That carries through to his voice, N.Irish accent somewhat jittery and high on adrenaline.
]

You guys won't believe the day we've had!

OOC cut for a babbling tale of twins and trees. )
[ …and with a little bit of a furtive glance around - nope, no parents or little sister. Watch the preteen attempt casual, OK? ]

It's not as though I'm worried or anythin'. I'm only asking 'cause he looked kinda pale when we were leavin', that's all--

Um.

So. Has anyone ever had stitches here? An' had to stay in hospital overnight? I'm just curious.
 
 
Current Location: Belfast, Ireland
 
 
06 January 2011 @ 01:09 am
 
I don't know about the rest of you, but as far as I'm concerned last year was hectic enough for the next decade. Here's hoping for (touch wood) a quiet year in - oh right, it's not 2311 for most of you guys, huh? Well, a quiet whatever year it is.

Anyway, now that we've had nearly a week to settle in to the change of date, a dose of optimism never goes amiss. What're you all looking forward to this year?

[he's totally fine, you guys. totally fine. this isn't his pretending everything is okay thing at all. he's just cheerily anticipating the year to come. totally.]
 
 
19 December 2010 @ 09:40 pm
 
...Hm. That was unexpected; I would have thought they'd have this sorted by now.
 
 
Current Mood: OOPS
Current Location: classified
 
 
23 November 2010 @ 02:03 am
[still family!AU'd, hi :'D it's still monday in america.]  
Man, has the Christmas season always started this early or is it just me? The editor's already got tinsel up and it's not even December.

[fail!lock to the iron family and all those who dwell within]

Well, anyway, it reminded me. What do you guys want for Christmas this year?

And by the way, considering it's my turn to host the get-together - let's make a deal. We'll have whatever food you guys want most, and in return we don't end the night on a brawl. Agreed?

[ah fuck, tags after i do at least some work /)_(\]
 
 
21 October 2010 @ 03:03 am
 
Anyone else sensing a pattern here?

Truth or dare, getting us all drunk, a gossip- and rumour-mongering secret-showing session, all coming on the back of another school virus... Seems like the theme this month is ‘bringing out the immature teenager in all of us’. When we start playing Kiss Marry Cliff or Would You Rather, we'll all be lost.

I don’t know about you all, but I dread to think what other things it could drag up from those years. Some of those kid's games were brutal.

((oh god wait what it's 3am, TAGS TOMORROW /collapses))
 
 
11 September 2010 @ 03:20 am
[Fail-locked to the Gryffs]  
Alright, guys! First match of the season is against Ravenclaw. No problem, am I right? An easy win for us to celebrate at the party - which, by the way, you're all coming to under Yoruichi's orders.

Anyway, just to cement our victory, I'm calling a team practice tonight. The pitch is booked, and I won't keep you long, don't worry. Just making sure none of you have gotten rusty over the summer!

As for the rest of you, we can count on your support on the day, right? The Cup or bust!
 
 
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: Gryffindor common room
 
 
03 July 2010 @ 11:34 pm
[video]  
[ See Lockon Neil. See Neil staring out of an observation window at the vast expanse of star-dotted space in wonder. Actually, he looks a little like he isn't sure whether to be totally awed, massively excited, or hopelessly lost and confused. Right now, he's leaning a lot more towards the first two. ]

I'm....I'm in space. Really space.

[ Floor-level camera says what? Well, actually, it says "Lockon? Lockon?" Neil jumps a bit, and drags his attention away from the viewing window long enough to give it a confused look. ]

No, uh. Neil. Hey - [ He crouches down to the Haro-camera. ] do you know where this is? Where is everyone?

((Don't mind the journal, this is just little [livejournal.com profile] lockon2urheart, workin' for kiddie icons.))
 
 
25 June 2010 @ 12:19 am
 
Not to jinx it or anything, but does anybody else get the feeling that the community's trying to be nice lately? Trying being the operative word, of course, but that virus earlier this month, then a fun and distinctly non-lethal game of laser tag... If I were more pessimistic, I'd accuse it of trying to lure us into a false sense of security.
 
 
17 May 2010 @ 03:18 am
PSA time.  
Attention, community-dwellers:

OOCly cut for a SFW image; not cut IC )

This is what your flat looks like after Nena Trinity has just been through it on a rage-induced rampage. Please, for your own safety, do not let her talk to certain oblivious Irishmen while in close proximity to your valuable possessions, or you too may have to tell a similar sad story to the community at large. No, strangely enough that armchair is not meant to be in the kitchen.

Also, Neil, you owe me about 800 euros in damages, my house looks like a bomb hit it right now.

((OOC: Reference! Nena trashed his flat while this thread was going on. :'D))
 
 
Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: Belfast, Ireland
 
 
29 April 2010 @ 01:33 am
 
I swear, I can't look away for five minutes...

Has anyone on here been talking to to any cheery little robots called Haros recently? They're the ones that repeat everything twice, you can't miss them. They're built and used by our engineering department, but these days they've been acting pretty strange. And by that I mean they sound like something straight out of a soap opera, which is not something I really think they've picked up from the engineering guys.

And well, this place is now my first port of call when something weird is going on, considering it's usually this place's fault. Can this place give out computer viruses in the more usual sense of the word, and if it can...what kind of computer viruses sends robots acting like lovestruck teenagers? At this point I need to do something to fix this before Blue Haro does something drastic because Pink Haro keeps rebuffing him.
 
 
07 March 2010 @ 06:22 pm
[Video]  
[Haro rolls into a room and a little 9 or 10 year old Feldt, with her pink hair up in curly pigtails, looks up from a book on mechanics and smiles.]

"Haro!"

"Hello Feldt! Hello Feldt!"

[Haro rolls over to her and she scoops him up into a hug.]

"Did you come to play with me again?"

"Play time! Play time!"

[He flaps his "earflaps" and bounces out of her arms. His arms come out and he starts chasing Feldt as she giggles in delight. She doesn't notice as a slightly younger Lockon, around 19 or 20 stops in the door.]

"Oh, hey! That's where he went... Looks like you found my Haro."

Feldt comes to a halt and Haro bumps right into the back of her legs and coils his arms back in. There's a blank expression on her face as she stares at him. How could Haro be his? She's known Haro for almost her entire life, and this is the first time she's seen this strange man. Lockon kneels down to pick up Haro, who went rolling over to him, but rolls him back to her and stays knelt down.]

"He's pretty cute, huh? Kind of like a little puppy."

[She takes Haro back up into her arms and nods, carefully watching this stranger.]

"He is."

"He went to find you right away. Do you play with him a lot?"

[She hesitates before answering his question, her fingers lightly stroking over the casing.]

"We've been friends for a long time."

[Lockon chuckles softly.]

"Great, maybe you can help me get to know him a little better. He's going to be my partner, after all." [He pauses slightly.] "My name's Lockon. What's yours?"

"Feldt, Feldt Grace." [She clutches Haro a little tighter to her chest.] "What do you mean by partner?"

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Feldt. Haro's going to help me with my mobile suit. I'm one of the new pilots, I just got here a few days ago."

[She nods in understanding and then looks down at Haro as a thought crosses her mind.]

"Were you supposed to be working when you found me?"

[Lockon gave an awkward little laugh.]

"Not exactly, nothing official- I was just about to get some practice in when this little guy decided he wanted to go visit a friend instead."


[Feldt turns her eyes back to Lockon, seeming satisfied with the explanation, but it's hard to tell.]

"Even if it was for practice, he shouldn't have run off on you..."

[He shrugged.]

"I don't mind too much. I can practice anytime, if he wants to show me his friends first I can afford to hold off for a bit."

[His nonchalance surprises her. Most of the people she's met and grown up around are rigid about protocol and the like, and here he doesn't care if something gets put off for a while. Even Haro seems pleased that he's not getting told off for seeking her out to play. After a few seconds, her surprise melts into a tiny smile that quickly vanishes back into her standard stoic expression. Spying it, Lockon gives her a bigger smile in return.]

"Want me to leave Haro here for a bit? I'm sure there's plenty I've got to do that I don't need his help with, for now."

[She looks down at Haro again and nods halfway before looking unsure back at Lockon, feeling split over wanting to keep him with her and sending him off to do his job.]

"I do... but, if you want to practice like you wanted to, you can take him with you."

[Lockon shakes his head.]

"Like I said, I can practice any time, and he seems pretty happy here. I think you'll look after him well, right?"

"Of course I will."

"Then I'm sure it's fine. I'll drop by and pick him up later. It was nice meeting you, Feldt."

[Feldt watches as he stands up and heads back for the door.]

"Bye."

"Bye, Lockon! Bye, Lockon!"

[He waves over his shoulder with a grin, and once he's out the door, the memory cuts out.]

((Pink = Feldt, Orange = Haro, Green = Lockon; Lockon's lines done by Miri. \o/))
 
 
07 March 2010 @ 03:26 pm
[why yes, it's a memory post]  
cut for length and crazy harpy women )

((And now you all know the context of this. :'D))
 
 
31 January 2010 @ 10:40 pm
[GUNDAM 00 DRAMA: HARO EDITION ( '~' ) ]  
[The only thing showing this is a CCTV camera feed is the time and date-stamp in the bottom corner (it's 2310, in case you're interested), because otherwise it's an empty, white corridor.]

Big brother! Big brother!

[Offscreen Haro is offscreen, but Nena's purple Haro zooms into view fairly quickly.]

Don't know you! Don't know you!

[Lockon's orange Haro follows it just as quickly.]

Big brother, your memory! Big brother, your memory!

Every damn day! Every damn day! Buzz off! Buzz off!

Big brother! Big brother!

[Purple Haro's offscreen again now, Haro's earflaps look somehow sad as it still follows. Suddenly, Purple Haro reverses and crashes into the other Haro.]

Aaaaaaaaaaa-

[Haro goes flying backwards and hits the wall, bouncing down onto the floor and flapping its ears sadly, while Purple Haro takes the opportunity to zoom off-camera once again, presumably away.]

[video end]
 
 
Current Mood: sad
 
 
16 December 2009 @ 01:52 am
[BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A SHIT-TON OF OTHER STUFF TO DO. STUPID ENABLING PLURK.]  
[Marked for the attention of English students, but open to anyone.]

Those of you in my class, you do have that 1500-word essay due by the end of Tuesday next week. The handouts are in my office, if you've lost yours - remember, you can find the relevant Donne poetry in chapter 10 of the textbook. If you want to bring in any of his other work, feel free, just make sure to reference where you got it.

If anyone needs any help, you know where to find me. I know it's asking a lot in the run-up to Christmas, but look at it this way - at least it's not a five-hour lecture, right?

((ENGLIT STUDENTS IN MR DYLANDY'S CLASS: your essay is 'Compare any two or more of Donne's poems, focusing on the use of imagery and metaphor.' Specifically given because Donne is full of sexual imagery, so it's an interesting topic for the class.....and because he has a hope that JUST MAYBE Michael and Nena will actually do the work this time.

ETA: JUNIORS WORK: ESSAY, IT'S BEEN SET FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS NOW. SOPHOMORE WORK: WRITE UP DISCUSSION POINTS FOR A CLASS DEBATE ON WHO DESERVED THE INSPECTOR'S VISIT THE MOST IN 'AN INSPECTOR CALLS'. SENIORS: SHORT STORY - ONLY PROMPT IS 'SCIENCE FICTION'.))
 
 
05 December 2009 @ 09:34 am
...no more alignment virus :'D strikes=hackable  
....I'm so sorry. Christ, I don't even know where to start. Just about everything I've said over the past few days needs an apology, and I don't even think that'll be enough. Just. For what it's worth - damnit, I'm really sorry. For all of it. I don't even - I can't even understand what the hell was going through my mind. The virus really did a number on me, but. That's no excuse.

To those people I only spoke to for the first time while I was under - I know you've got no reason to believe me, and I wouldn't blame you if you didn't, but. I swear, that's not how I really am. I'm not normally anything like that, I - just. I'm sorry.

And...to everyone else, I. You know that it wasn't me, wasn't anything even close to me, but. For what I said, and for how I treated you all, I'm so damn sorry. "I was a massive prick" doesn't begin to cover it, I know, and an apology begin to make up for it either, but - I really was, and I really am. Sorry, that is. I...

...Thanks for trying to keep me under control, Doctor.

Of all the viruses this place has thrown at me over the past year or so, this...this was the worst.

((Tags will be later and intermittent, sorry! Anime club marathon get, but Suki would have murdered me if I hadn't got this up :'D))